Back! Yeah, it's been a while since I even thought of updating this story, so I'm sorry. And though I'm just starting to type this at 10/10/17, it's probably going to take a week to finish the length I want it to be since I basically forgot about writing fanfictions in general since I was working on an essay for Language Arts, with an illustration too. REMEMBER: THERE WILL LIKELY BE TINKERING AND POSSIBLY EVEN BREAKING OF THE FOURTH WALL. Also, I kind of have to adjust and twist the story just a little since Chapter 3 came out, though whether or not Henry comes to the studio like he did in the game I haven't decided.
Not only that, but I've been thinking about Error's voice, and whether Spooky should become more than a flashback, more of someone who sees Error as a Duncle or a friend/ally, or just entertainment. I can imagine something along these lines though:
*Error is walking next to a wall, pretty peaceful at the moment and enjoying his kinda relaxing walk during alone time, when suddenly Specimen 1 jumps out from the random wall, a cardboard cutout of some green cute looking slime monster thing*
"AGHH! WHAT THE BACON, SPOOKY?!"
*Error yells into the air after after automatically punching the specimen about 50 feet away, it's strange screech fading into nothingness within seconds after the punch. Spooky giggles and quickly retreats back to her mansion so that Error doesn't confiscate the knife he gave her.*
Get my idea? And about Error's voice, I've been thinking that maybe he could speak normally without static, but for however long he does this, the same amount of time he spends with the glitchy, rough, tone-changing voice. That way, Error can hide in the dark or be a voice from a phone without actually being recognized by any Sans, Papyrus, or Monster. Plus Error can also have back his usual glitch voice so that he can be recognized without being tackled like what happened with Bendy. Anyways, enough stalling! Let's continue, shall we? (Thanks to anyone who actually read this.) Also, this is mainly a Harry chapter since I'm kind of writer blocked with the others, and this part really needs to happen since it's what sets a whole lot of events and crazy stuff into motion- well, I hope, anyways. (You already know I don't own anything)
CHAPTER 4: THE "JOY" OF LOOKING FOR A JOB
~~~With Harry~~~
After deciding to keep two vials of the strange potion with him at all times, Harry decided to go out into the Muggle world (wearing Muggle clothes) after hiding his tent with branches and whatnot, and memorizing the path to the tent and back into the Muggle world. Stroking Hedwig's feathers and giving her a few owl treats, telling her that he would be gone for a while, but he'd return within two days at the latest, Harry was mostly ready to leave. Keeping his broom in the tent but keeping his wand just in case even though he was pretty sure whatever the Wizarding World would have planned by now would be worst than anything in the Muggle World, but he didn't know what. Still, maybe it might prove to be useful even if the most he would risk doing was to stick it up someone's nose like he did with the troll. After making sure that he had everything he needed with him (including a bit of muggle money with him to buy a bit of food) Harry walked out the tent and into the green forest. As he made his way to non-magical civilization, Harry thought about the Wizarding community. Everything they thought about was all black and white, all or nothing. You were either good or the Devil's wannabe. Maybe Harry was better off without them- muggle technology was advancing while it seemed that the wizards were stuck in medieval times with only their fancy spells and potions to set them aside, and they were probably the laughing stock of the Magical World in general. Most wizards and witches were more defenseless than muggles without their wands against an enemy.
Harry was brought out of his thoughts when he felt his sneakers scuff against the pavement. Civilization. The young green-eyed wizard self-consciously combed his fingers through his hair, taking twigs and leaves and a bit of the dirt from the twigs out of the messy hair. It wouldn't do to try to get a job looking like he was raised in a forest. Harry wandered around until he came upon a series of stores clustered around each other. He was 50% sure it was called a strip mall, but what mattered most was the "HELP WANTED" sign he spotted from a window in a store. Approaching, Harry read the sign and saw that they were looking for a night guard. Hopefully he could qualify for the job, and if an adult wanted the job, hopefully they would hire them both. He didn't care about the pay, he just needed a kind of job record so he could try working at other places or maybe he could advance to another job within... What was the place's name again? Leaning forward a little, Harry examined the paper closely and saw the name on it after a bit of staring. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Huh. How hard could guarding a pizza place be?" Little did Harry know that he would soon be cursing his words, that very week. But now, Harry didn't suspect a thing and entered the Pizzeria, going towards the reception desk. Pushing his slipping glasses back up his nose, he told the woman that he was applying for the night guard position. To his puzzlement, she gave him a look of pity and sadness, as if she was wondering which flowers he would like on his grave. "I'll tell the manager, I'm sure he'd like a second night guard since someone already applied. Maybe you two might last longer instead of however long you might have survived alone." The woman said, getting up and briefly leaving. Something was horribly wrong, but Harry couldn't figure it out.
A chill went down his spine. He was being watched. As discreetly as he could, he looked over his shoulder. The only thing staring at him was Freddy, the animatronic, the star of the show. Seemingly noticing that the wizard-in-training had noticed it/he was staring, Freddy's eyes moved over to the exit before returning to Harry. It was as if the animatronic was telling him to leave while he still could, though the bear still sang for the children gathered around him. Something was incredibly wrong- animatronics couldn't think, move their eyes of their own accord, or warn anyone. This had to be some kind of joke, right? But maybe he should look for another job instead...? Before Harry could build the doubt, fear and reasoning to leave for another job, the woman returned and motioned that he should follow her. Something about her... it seemed that she was disappointed and even sad that he had stayed and waited for her return. Harry sense that his chance to leave had just become unavailable. So he followed her, casting one last look behind him. Freddy's eyes were on him, and seemed sad and even ashamed of himself. Dread filled Harry, but he continued to follow the woman, looking forward again, showing nothing. What little he knew wasn't adding up to paint a pretty picture. No, rather, it seemed to illustrate the scene of some kind of horror story or something. 'It's either this or whatever the wizards have planned for me, the apparent Dark Lord rising. Both are most likely bad options, but I got these potion vials! If originally it could probably put you on level with possessed killer robots then I'm ready for anything! Wait, possessed killer robots? The look of shame in Freddy's eyes? No, it can't be. You're just paranoid and imagining the worst!' Harry had no idea that his thoughts were on the right quickly snapped himself back into reality.
The receptionist had led him to the manager's office, and made a gesture that told him to go inside. He was about to, but then the lady held him back and whispered, "What flowers would you like on your grave?" Though startled, Harry answered, "Lilies and roses." Lilies for his mom, Lily, but the roses just felt right to add. He had no idea why. The lady nodded and let him continue into the office, turning around and returning to her desk. Slightly shaken, Harry still kept his fear, doubts, and suspicions on the inside, not letting them show in fear that it would get him dismissed and jobless. Entering the office, Harry was surprised when he heard the manager (he didn't know his name) simply said, "Both of you are hired. Your shift starts at midnight tonight. You really do not want to be late. Here are your uniforms. Also, welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises has been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets had been replaced. Not only that, but you don't get your paycheck until five nights have passed, and will have to pay a fine if you do not finish those five nights." With a smile, the manager dismissed them both after giving them their uniforms. Standing outside the office in shock, Harry simply said, "On the bright side, chances are we can keep the hat." The guy blinked, stared at him in disbelief, then laughed. "I like you, kid. Since we're working together, I'll introduce myself first. I'm Mike Schmidt, and I have to admit that the hat isn't bad." Harry grinned. "Then it's only fair I introduce myself. I'm Harry Potter."
Then he frowned. "The receptionist literally asked what flowers I wanted on my grave." Mike stared at him, and disguised his unease with an insulted look and pout, and said, "She didn't ask what flowers I wanted on my grave." Harry managed a grin again, and somewhat awkwardly patted the taller, older man on the back, cooing that it was okay and somewhat teasingly asked if he wanted a hug as if it was obvious that the receptionist wasn't going to give him a hug. Mike grinned, chuckling. "I think we're going to get along great, Harry. Remember, we have to come here before midnight and settle into out office before midnight. See you tonight." With the unspoken "goodbye" hanging in the air, the two left the building and went their separate ways. On Harry's way, he nearly tripped over a can. Managing to stay on his feet, he then picked the can up. "Briar Label Bacon Soup? Just the way the little devil likes it?" Though puzzled at the words and the strange horned head on the label, Harry shrugged and decided to keep the can before continuing on his way.
~~~With Error~~~
Error was on his way to the Anti-Void, where he would try to find a potion for healing, make it and drink it. But when he was up where the animators had worked, he accidentally made a small portal that was on the Surface of Undertale. "My bacon soup!" The glitch whispered mournfully as one of the five cans of bacon soup he was given slipped into the portal and the portal automatically closed before he could retrieve it, rolling out of the Destroyer's life. Error sighed mournfully and gazed sadly where the portal had been before stealing his bacon soup, hoping that someone worthy had had the honor of having the bacon soup roll into their life, though it would leave them begging for more. 'Well, if there's one thing that I can count on, it's that Inky doesn't have an idea that I had a sorry attempt at love! ...Right?' Error tried to think optimistically.
Our poor little glitch is really having a bad day. First he gets beat up, next he loses a can of bacon soup, then he's going to find out that Inky was looking through his things like a creep. Poor guy.
~~~With Freddy~~~
I tried to warn that kid to not take the job. He had surprisingly familiar eyes... Much like Goldy's. Sadly, we would meet again- with me trying to kill him, against my will. But... They hired two night guards. Maybe these could manage to survive and have the good sense to run once they got their checks, or maybe... Maybe they could save us. No, I shouldn't think that. I'm already getting my hopes unusually high by hoping that they will survive. It would do no good to hope for the impossible, to hope for an improbable dream. If I can, I have to tell the others to not get their hopes up, just in case. Broken hope always resulted in broken will, which made it much easier for the Marionette to control us and therefore cause us to kill more people. No, we couldn't let that happen. If our forgotten dreams came true, then it was a pleasant surprise. If dreams that we clung to never came true, it would break us.
~~~Back With Harry~~~
Finishing off the peanut butter and jelly sandwich along with one of the few remaining milk cartons, he eyed the can of bacon soup before deciding to take it along with him to work. After all, with the amount of preservatives he had gained a headache looking at (it was in very small print) chances were it was still edible. If not, well, maybe it would cause him to live forever. How strange that would be. You wouldn't need Flamel's Stone to lengthen your lifespan, you would do just fine with Muggle bacon soup. That would bring the ignorance that the Wizarding World has on Muggle technology to an entirely other level. Harry honestly couldn't prevent the thought that just looking at the bacon soup and thinking about its preservatives had caused. Shaking his head and mentally chasing the thought to the back of his mind, Harry gazed at the mirror, adjusting the hat so it was securely on his head and not about to fall over if he tilted his head. Seeing as it was 10:45 pm, the raven-haired boy decided to start his way over to the restaurant. Leaving the flap open for his faithful owl, making sure that the two vials of the potion that he had yet to try was securely in his pocket of his black uniform pants, Harry adjusted his purple "SECURITY" hat one more time before ducking and weaving his way through the forest, reaching civilization in record time.
Walking at a brisk pace, he reached his destination in less than six minutes. Mike had also just reached the darkened restaurant, and both mentally noted that the pretty broken down place that was usually somewhat cheerful was looking kind of creepy, like some haunted house, an abandoned building, something out of a horror game, movie, or book. Something about it just sent chills down their back. "Well, our first night. I have the keys, so just wait for a moment..." Mike tried to hide his unease, and probably might have managed to pull it off had Harry not been already paranoid. So paranoid, the moment that his fellow night guard turned his back, he stealthily slid a vial of the potion out, and recalling the note's words, took a quick sip before capping it again and sliding it back into his pocket. Though Harry had swallowed the potion as quickly as he could, knowing that potions didn't taste pleasant... but the taste lingered. It was strange. If sadness, despair, pain, injustice mixed with power had a taste, this would be it. Along with a strange trace of something metallic and even more oddly, even more faintly, the lingering taste of chocolate. The chocolate taste was so faint it made him feel as if he had forgotten what the sweet tasted like. It was very strange, yet it was kind of comforting in a way.
Mike unlocked the door, and Harry felt relief that it didn't creak, as he was sure the stuff out of horrors would have had creaked, yet he still felt dread staring at the building, and felt he had made a very poor choice in choosing to work here. Harry dismissed the worries in order to pay attention to the older man who had just unlocked the door to their doom- workplace, not doom. "I was already given a tour, so I'll give you the tour too, since it's about 11:30. During the tour, we can stop by the kitchen and grab something to eat, since we can get free food too as a benefit of working here." Mike gave Harry a strained smile as they entered the building and locked the door behind them. "There's absolutely nothing to worry about." It sounded as if Mike was trying to reassure himself, yet still managed to fail at even that. Harry tried to believe the failed words of reassurance, but he couldn't. Adjusting his hat and the shirt one last time, Harry tried to think optimistically, It's not like my life is in danger. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. Yet still his instincts screamed 'danger'. "Well, welcome to our first night." Harry muttered, mentally adding and hopefully not our last.
10/12/17. I was honestly planning on writing the first night in too, but I just couldn't find it in me. Maybe next chapter. Also, despite having sips of the potion (which will make Harry as strong as he would be if he was 16) it just didn't seem right to have a 13 year old playing night guard all by himself. But poor Error, I just can't leave him alone. First I have Inky snooping around his things, then I have him losing his beloved bacon soup. Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter. Anyways, I'm out!